Chapter 2
After class, the students were huddled to the auditorium for a grand announcement. The school's principle was standing on a large mahogany podium on top of the stage, shuffling some papers that consisted of his speech. "May I have your attention, please!" he shouted into the mike, causing the students to cover their ears and immediately shut up. "Our school's sixth grade class will be going to the Galactic World Tournament this Friday for a field trip. Please have you're signed permission slip in by this Thursday." he paused to clear his throat, then continued. "Now, are their any questions?" Gohan's hand was the first to shoot up, and the first to be called on. "Yes, son?"
"What if we planed on competing in the tournament?" the savior asked.
The teacher let out a small laugh. "Now, son, this tournament is for professionals only, not fans with cheap tricks that make them look like the savior." only a few heads nodded in agreement, including Videl and Sharpener, while the others were to scared of their principle to speak out.
Gohan leaned over to Chibi, who was sitting next to him. "What's a professional?" Chibi's only response was a half of a smile and a palm to the face.
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The final bell finally rang, and a relieved Gohan attempted a sneak up to the roof, only to be followed by half his class, including certain raven haired girls and blond haired boys. The young boy sighed, and wiped a bead of sweat off his face. "One day down, countless more to go."
Just as he was about to talk off, one of his skeptic followers called out to him. "Where do you think you're going, Gohan?" although it was a question, it came out more as yell.
"Umm," he said wearily, and pointed up. "Home?"
"Really?" said Videl. "And how do you plan on doing that?"
Gohan rubbed the back of his neck in a very son-like manner. "Well, I guess it would be easier to show you." the half-Sayan then rose a few feet in the air, and his skeptic follows gasped. "Well, I gotta go home, or mom will kill me!" the boy waved, then shot off toward his house, leaving behind a very confused group.
When Gohan got home, he was pounced on by Chi-Chi and Bulma, demanding to know how his first day of school was. "I met the daughter of Hercule Satan, who is very skeptic of me. So is her friend Sharpener. They seemed to start a posse of people who doubt me. That was the worst part of the day." he looked up in thought. "And I met a girl named Erasa and another named Chibi, who was really nice to me." Gohan noticed his face heated up a bit at the mention of Chibi. Thankfully, Chi-Chi didn't notice.
The boy thrust half a sheet of paper at his mother. "I need you to sign this."
"What is it?" Chi-Chi asked, examining the paper.
"It's a permission slip for a field trip. We're going to se the Galactic World Tournament being held."
"Isn't that the one that Trunks said he would come back for?" Bulma asked, holding her baby who laughed at the mention of his name. She looked at little Trunks and said "No, not you."
"Yeah, that's the one. I asked what we would do if we were competing, and they laughed at me, and told me it's for 'professionals' only." he paused, then asked "What's a professional?"
Chi-chi sighed, and Bulma's sweat dropped. Bulma was the first to answer. "A Professional is a person who is engaged in an occupations as a paid job rather than a as a hobby. And I can almost guarantee that no professional's will make it, with the exception of Yamcha, who's a professional baseball player." Gohan nodded along as she spoke, adding 'professional' to his vast vocabulary.
"Well, I say that since you obviously won't be learning anything that day, you can just sneak out and hopefully no one will recognize you. I mean, you'll only have known them for a day or two, and since they don't know you can turn Super Sayan, you can just do that for the entire tournament and enter under 'delivery boy' so they won't know it's you, right?" Chi-Chi asked her son, who was showing his signature son grin and rubbing the back of his neck. Chi-Chi sighed loudly. "please tell me you didn't turn Super Sayan in school?" Chi-Chi asked in more of an exclamation than question.
Gohan prepared for the frying pan of doom, but saw Chi-Chi was passed out on the ground, and Bulma was tending to her. Bulma sighed. "Gohan, I'll sign your permission slip, just I suggest you get to your room before your mother wakes up." Gohan nodded, and quickly made his was to his room, afraid of 1) his mother waking up and remembering their conversation and 2) Bulma's cooking.
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Gohan was woken on Friday morning by a very exited looking Chi-Chi. "Get up, Gohan!" she said in a sing-song tone of voice. "The tournament's today!" the young boy moaned, and rolled over in bed, only to meet face-first with the floor. He pushed himself up off the ground, and sat down, watching his mother dance around the room as she prepared his stuff for the day. "Now, I'll be in the stands if you need anything, so just give me or Bulma a call." she walked up to him, planted a kiss on her son's cheek, and left him so he could change.
Gohan could soon be found eating outrageous amounts of food at his kitchen table, attempting conversation with his mother. But as soon as they began, Gohan felt two familiar energy signatures approach them. Seconds later, Bulma burst through the door, one arm in a fist in front of her chest, and another arm appeared to be dragging something from behind her. "You'll never guess who's here!" she squealed, and let the figure she was holding go so he could stand.
Mirai Trunks popped out from behind his alternate-time-line mother, and waved with a cocky grin on his face. "Trunks!" Gohan shouted, and leapt from his chair to greet his friend.
"Hey, savior, what's up?" the older demi-Sayan asked rhetorically, and scuffled our savior's hair, receiving a grin in return. "I just finished defeating the androids in my time, so I came back to check on you guys, but everything seems alright. So, I heard you're competing in the tournament as well?"
"No way! You're competing?" Gohan asked, and nodded. "Al right!" the younger demi-Sayan threw a fist in the air.
"Speaking of," Bulma interjected, holding out a capsule. "I thought you might want this. It's you gi and training weights. I told Trunks all about your little plan." She winked at her godson, and then grabbed Trunks by the collar. "Well, I just wanted to drop in and say hello and let you guys in on the situation. See ya at the tournament!" she then dragged her future-son from the Son residence and onto her capsule jet, ignoring that her son could fly.
"Well, that was a nice visit." Chi -Chi said, and glanced at her watch. "you might want to get a move on if you intend to make the bus!" the woman yelled at her son, who looked at the clock on the wall - the bus left in ten minutes! The demi-Sayan scrambled for his backpack capsule and dashed out the door. "NIMBUS!" he yelled, and hopped on the yellow cloud. "Bye mom!" he yelled.
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Gohan arrived just as the bus was leaving, and, in a word, 'dropped in' on his class. "Wait for me!" the 11 year old yelled.
The nearest teacher, who happened to be his chaperone by a stroke of luck, stopped the bus. "Gohan, thank Kame, I thought you weren't going to make it! Now hurry up and find a seat; I believe there's an empty one across the isle from Videl." the boy nodded, and walked to his seat at the back of the bus.
About an hour later, the students arrived at the tournament island via flying capsule bus. A look of amazement was upon Videl's face. "Just what is this place?" she asked in awe, for it was not a normal
tournament arena. There were many risen arenas, as well as a risen stand. They entered through a back door, and were lead through the bowls (giggles) of the stadium until they reached the top of the stand, with a perfect view at hand.
"It's the Intergalactic World Tournament; Can't you read the sign?" Gohan said plainly, pointing towards the signs hanging everywhere.
Videl's sweat dropped. "Gee, thanks, Captain Obvious."
"Welcome!" Gohan said a bit to cheerfully. Videl face-palmed.
The class sat down in the stands, and watched as people filed into the rows ahead of them. Suddenly, Gohan looked very nervous. "Umm, Mr. Teacher, may I use the restroom?" he asked, somewhat embarrassed.
"Sure son, just try to be back before the tournament begins!" Gohan nodded, and eagerly took off towards the doorway, grabbing a capsule from his bag as he left. I wonder what he needs a capsule for…? Videl thought, then focused on chatting with Erasa and the tournament.
Meanwhile, Gohan sprinted around the guest room until he spot an old friend, in a literal term of speaking. "Master Roshi, why are you clinging to that pole up there?" indeed, the old pervert was hanging over the crowd, being his usual perverted self.
"Hey Gohan, see any halter tops down there?" Roshi shouted to the young warrior, who's sweat dropped.
"No. See a bathroom anywhere?" Gohan yelled back.
"Good idea!" the perverted martial artist yelled, and rushed to find a rest room.
"Same old Roshi…" Gohan mumbled under his breath as his sweat dropped.
After ten minutes, Gohan gave up on finding a restroom, and rent straight to the registration desk at the front of the building. "I would like to enter the tournament, please." the Sayan boy asked politely.
"Name," the man taking registrations asked boredly, not bothering to look up from the registration sheet.
"Son Gohan." Gohan said proudly.
The man looked over at a separate sheet of paper, then suddenly freaked out. After regaining composure, the man said "Are you related to Son Goku?"
"Yes, he's my father."
The man smiled. "That just made this easier. Anyone in blood relationship or with guidance from previous World Martial Arts Tournament winners get immediate access into the tournament."
Gohan smiled, then thought for a moment. "By chance, is Tien Shinhan in the tournament?"
The man smiled kindly in return. "Why yes, he was the last person I registered. Now I suggest you get a move on; preliminaries start in.." he glanced at his watch "just over a minute. The entrance to the arenas are through the tunnel behind me, and there is a door to locker rooms on the way. Now, quickly, child!" Gohan bowed, and ran around the man and into the locker room faster than the man could track.
Or so he thought.*
In the locker room, Gohan dashed to a changing room, pushing his way through the crowd, and decapsulize the capsule Bulma gave him that morning, and once the smoke cleared, he was left with a gi that was a replica of his fathers, weights in all. "Perfect!" he shouted, and changed at lightning speed. He exited the changing room, and walked to the door when he heard the sound of a gong, as did the rest of the crowd.
The tournament staff lead contestants to separate platforms, putting even numbers on each. "Now, the rules of the preliminaries are simple." on of the staff said into a microphone, telling the contestants and the rest of the crowd, which quickly silenced. "Each of the contestants on a platform will be sent to different arenas, and they must knock the other contestants off until there is one remaining. The singular remaining persons will move on to the tournament, which has the same rules of the world tournament, including no killing." the staff put extra emphasis on his last words, before moving behind the contestants and pulling an extra-large leaver. The platforms slowly moved to separate stages, and the martial artists jumped off, moving quickly to their fighting stances. Gohan, in all of his luck, had moved to the one right in front of his Mother and Bulma…
And right in front of his class.
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Author's notes -
Sorry for the delay! If you see * in the middle of the chapter, check down here for a note. For example:
*foreshadowing
Just a question for further story line (not for a long while though); what is your idea as an ultimate villain? What are their powers? What are their motives? Please try your best to answer these questions in your review, but they are not necessary. Also, my updates will be far and wide, as I am a young author. I bet anybody who guesses will not get it right! (That is a challenge, by the way) and I apologize for the cliffy, but sometimes they are necessary.
~StarSoldier.